我喜欢走路,每当走过疏疏树阴,就像走过心中明明灭灭的悲喜;走过斑驳落叶,就像走过十七年的青葱岁月;走过石板小路,就像走过历史时而沉重时而轻松的喘息。走在路上时,我会念诗。“咸阳古道音尘绝,音尘绝,西风残照,汉家陵阙。”——李白《忆秦娥》。我想,李白写这首词的时候大抵也在路上,说不定就在这音尘绝 I like to walk. Whenever I walk through and get rid of the shade of trees, I feel like walking through the joy and joy of dying in my heart. Walking through variegated leaves is like going through seventeen years of greening. Walking through stone paths is like walking through history. Sometimes heavy and easy breathing. As I walk on the road, I will read poetry. “The Xianyang ancient road must have a dusty sound, the sound of dust must be absent, the west winds still, and the Han family’s mausoleum.” - Li Bai “recalling the Qin dynasty.” I think that when Li Bai wrote this word, it was probably on the road. Maybe it was in this voice.